Amidst the swirling storm where wild winds blow,
Thou standest firm, a crag against the tide;
A marble strength that sets my spirit glow,
My shelter where no shadows dare abide.
Thy soul is cast in bronze, yet soft to touch,
A silent tower loved by me so much.
Beneath the mighty oak, I find my rest,
A sanctuary built of love and might;
No sword is drawn, but on thy noble breast,
I find my shield against the chilling night.
Within the fortress of thy strong embrace,
I find my home, my safe and sacred place.
Thou art the anchor in my drifting sea,
The steadfast lighthouse on a rugged shore;
My weary heart finds quiet peace in thee,
Safe from the gale and from the ocean’s roar.
Upon thy chest, where rhythmic drumbeats start,
I hear the timeless music of thy heart.
Accept this rhyme, my guardian and my guide,
Who turns the winter rain to golden light;
With thee, my love, I ever shall reside,
My sun by day, my guiding star by night.
